Riding Past

Pat Lowther
From:   Time Capsule. Polestar 1996, pp. 220.

Long street of houses
with lighted roofs
black against

winter sky blue as Venetian glass
with Venus hanging
like a small yellow moon

In the houses people
are cooking food and scolding children
the ones home from work

are hanging their coats up
telephones are ringing
behind the yellow windows

Come, open the doors
yellow rectangles and steam
of meat and potatoes

Stand on the front steps
stare at the sky and wave
Look, we're riding past Venus

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